From The First Hour when I Opened My Eyes Poem by Mohammad Younus

From the first hour when I opened my eyes...
...I came to know that...
... A dervish is not as others are;
... A dervish does not see as others see;
... A dervish does not hear as others hear;
... A dervish does not talk as others talk;
... A dervish does not feel as others feel;
... A dervish does not imagine as others imagine;
... A dervish does not perceive as others perceive;
... A dervish does not understand as others understand;
... A dervish does not quench his thirst with the polluted water;
... A dervish takes water from rhe spring of life alone;
...From the brackish well of death he does not take water;
...In the deep slumber he does not remain;
A dervish always is at his job of getting enlightenment;
His eyes, his ears, his tongue, his mind, his senses...
...all are draped by the truth;
His heart always plays at its lute...
...the divine song of love;
A dervish loves all that exists in the world of creation;
Because he sees from all things...
...the same music of love coming;
Then - in his awakening - at the dawn he hears...
...the most melodious music of life;
From every depth of the most sweet tunes...
...a dervish derives mystic pleasure that flows to him...
... perennially from the fountain divine.

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